There was just no way....Evan quickly made his way through the market, grabbing the items heneeded, so he could get back home as soon as possible. Thi...gs were goingsmoothly until he stopped over by the produce section. As he approacheda display of pears, he could feel himself grow even more uncomfortable,as this particular type of fruit reminded him of certain events from thenight before for obvious reasons. He tried to shake it off as best as hecould; after all, it wasn't exactly the most. " Well, anyway, you can borrow the harness and my smallest toy. If nothing else, you might shake him up." I don't know, I'm not sure how to even use this?" Well, that's easy enough to fix." Helen stripped off her shorts, leaving her in her top and panties, and then she started putting on the harness. Erica stood there just looking like she wasn't sure what to do.Helen spoke as she arranged it. "There are several things you can use; I like the harness because it puts the base of the toy against. He told her to squeeze each nipple, wetting her fingers before she slid them across the pink bud. Milking them to a hard jutting peak. Pinching slightly as she pulled them from her body. Only to tell her to repeat the process.He could hear her, soft moans of delight as she made her nipples tingle with need. He knew that it would be making her wet. The slight tinge of pain as each nipple was assaulted, then released. The connection to her depths that made her squirm on her chair."Lean over the. ’ said Nash. He led us over to the dumpster. We were behind the Cub Club, and the alleyway was full of Police vehicles. Inside the dumpster was Linda Farris, lying on her back, her eyes staring sightlessly upward, dressed tastefully as she had been on the day she tried to purloin baby Peter D. Feeley from me, though she was not wearing any shoes. Also inside the dumpster was J.R. Barnes of the Crime Lab, wearing a Tyvex suit over his clothes. ‘Who called this in?’ I asked first, as I often do..